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Jun. 28th, 2017 09:03 am
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Gacked, this time round from [personal profile] moetushie and [personal profile] el_staplador.

Pick any story I've written, or, in the case of my longer, chaptered works, any chapter from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

My fic can be found here or here
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Road Trip Confessional
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 2, complete
word count (story only): 1244


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, my Mercedes story group, and the Road Trip series. ::


::Pay Special Attention: Cash compares workaday supervillainy to the range of reactions G gets due to gender and misgendering. Joshua hints that he has very, very strong tensions between wanting to acknowledge G as a boy, and wanting to save the things that were part of Gabrielle Bishop's childhood. The matter is not discussed long, nor resolved, but it hints at a deep wound.




By the time the turn signal clicked for the exit marked “Eureka,” the only sounds loud enough to muffle it were the hum of tires on the freeway, and the soft, breathy snoring that had fallen into Mother Nature's version of Pong, where G inhaled as Madelyn snored, and vice versa.

Cash adjusted his head against the deluxe wheelchair head rest, toggling off the micro-speaker embedded as a fine copper mesh above the gel padding. If he kept the sound mix in single digits, even G, who had a teenager's hearing range and sensitivity, couldn't hear anything but a whisper of dissonance.

“I swear, I am going to have to flip a coin to decide whether I need sleep or a beer more,” Joshua told him quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose instead of trying to rub the bloodshot itchiness away. “Is your friend… I mean, this is a huge pile of money for bare property.”
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Jun. 28th, 2017 01:43 am
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Brief update (amid everything that I have to do still!) - there will be a longer update eventually, or maybe not-- blame my ENFPness

1.) We are in our house, all moved in (but definitely not settled)
2.) INTERNET! (after a few weeks of roommate flaking out, which reminds me, NO MORE ROOMMATE)
3.) Cats are doing well, they fucked with Owen today and hid from him for a majority of the day-- so I kept getting texts from him going "Where is L.I.T.A-- idk)
4.) Oh yes, last but not least-- I am engaged! Owen proposed to me on sunday and now I have a pretty Claddagh ring (which is exactly what I wanted). So, homeowners and engaged in one fell swoop-- it's like so many life events at once (no, I am not pregnant)

Hopefully you guys are doing awesome! I missed y'all!

Now to download Stormblood and watch that eat up my life!

Dear Brain (III)

Jun. 28th, 2017 12:53 pm
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Dear Brain,

Yes, I know I've been horrible for the past couple of days. I haven't done the Right Things in the Right Order, because on top of everything else I didn't get functional early enough this morning to be able to do the dishes before the water got cut off[1]. Yes, Steve did the dishes. It wasn't because I am a Horrible Person Who Can't Do Things Right. It was because it was 8.30am, and the water was going to need to be turned off at 9, and I hadn't even started my breakfast by then, much less finished it. It wasn't in any way a critique of my ability to do the task in general, but rather a reaction to the way things were happening on this specific day.

Yes, I know there wasn't any laundry to do today. Steve did it all yesterday. Again, a reaction to one particular day, not a critique of my ability to do things ordinarily.

Yes, I decided to go shopping for groceries. Yes, the mall was noisy, and you were feeling on edge, so you decided to go straight to one overload, no waiting, and make me as cranky as all get-out. No, buying the Tim-Tams wasn't a Bad Thing to do, it was a reaction to the fact we're wanting comfort, and Tim-Tams are comfort food. Yes, I did have to spend more than $20 on fruit and vegetables, and no, this isn't going to bankrupt us. There were a lot of things which needed to be replaced (you may have noticed?) which is why this week it was a big spend. No, that isn't a critique of the fact it's been a bit over a week since we last shopped for anything. Things happen, and those things happening is not a judgement on us specifically.

Now, if you could just settle down and stop throwing a tantrum about everything under the sun, I would greatly appreciate the peace and quiet inside my skull so we can have a much-needed nap.

Sincerely,

Meg
(owner of a brain which is currently a cranky toddler)


[1] The pipes in our area are being replaced, and the water board has asked us to please shut off the water to the house between 9am and 3pm, as well as drawing any water we felt we needed before that earlier.

Happy birthday to me.

Jun. 28th, 2017 12:53 am
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It is now my birthday! Go me!
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On this day in 1953, workers at a Chevrolet plant in Flint, Michigan, assemble the first Corvette, a two-seater sports car that would become an American icon. The first completed production car rolled off the assembly line two days later, one of just 300 Corvettes made that year.

The idea for the Corvette originated with General Motors’ pioneering designer Harley J. Earl, who in 1951 began developing plans for a low-cost American sports car that could compete with Europe’s MGs, Jaguars and Ferraris. The project was eventually code-named “Opel.” In January 1953, GM debuted the Corvette concept car at its Motorama auto show at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in New York City. It featured a fiberglass body and a six-cylinder engine and according to GM, was named for the “trim, fleet naval vessel that performed heroic escort and patrol duties during World War II.” The Corvette was a big hit with the public at Motorama and GM soon put the roadster into production.

On June 30, 1953, the first Corvette came off the production line in Flint. It was hand-assembled and featured a Polo White exterior and red interior, two-speed Powerglide automatic transmission, a wraparound windshield, whitewall tires and detachable plastic curtains instead of side windows. The earliest Corvettes were designed to be opened from the inside and lacked exterior door handles. Other components included a clock, cigarette lighter and red warning light that activated when the parking brake was applied–a new feature at the time. The car carried an initial price tag of $3,490 and could go from zero to 60 miles per hour in 11 or 12 seconds, then considered a fairly average speed.

In 1954, the Corvette went into mass production at a Chevy plant in St. Louis, Missouri. Sales were lackluster in the beginning and GM considered discontinuing the line. However, rival company Ford had introduced the two-seater Thunderbird around the same time and GM did not want to be seen bowing to the competition. Another critical development in the Corvette’s survival came in 1955, when it was equipped with the more powerful V-8 engine. Its performance and appeal steadily improved after that and it went on to earn the nickname “America’s sports car” and become ingrained in pop culture through multiple references in movies, television and music.

Stress

Jun. 27th, 2017 11:53 pm
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Work is a bit of a pain lately. We've had people taking one test several days for the last two weeks. Routinely there is at least one person a day who is at 5:15 or after getting done. For this particular test, they should be done by 5:00 at the latest. It puts me late getting out, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the time made up leaving early. LaTrease did offer to let me come in late a time or two this week, but honestly, that would just mean I'd be sitting in the Peachtree Center Mall that much longer in the mornings.

Yes, it would give me writing time, but still...

And Roo is about running me crazy with his newfound insistence on chewing on fingers and grabbing at keyboard keys and snatching food and so forth.

So yeah, I'm a little stressed tonight. I feel sorry for my Mag7 boys and girls.

Charles Hamilton Sorley, d. 1918

Jun. 27th, 2017 09:24 pm
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A good WWI poem, to take the last out of your mouth.

 When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you'll remember. For you need not so.
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.
Nor honour. It is easy to be dead.
Say only this, “They are dead.” Then add thereto,
“Yet many a better one has died before.”
Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you
Perceive one face that you loved heretofore,
It is a spook. None wears the face you knew.
Great death has made all his for evermore.

Strange artifacts

Jun. 27th, 2017 09:12 pm
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I was looking for the text of a song I sang (as part of a chorus) in college; it was a setting of Sara Teasdale's "Pierrot stands in a garden".  I fell over a 19-teens anthology that is entirely poems about Pierrot.    I remember reading Murder Must Advertise and having no idea at all who Pierrot, Pierrette, and Columbine were.   Why did the Commedia dell'arte characters make so little of a lasting mark in American culture?  (Or, can it be, in my head?)

edit: I have just run into the section of WW1 poems about Pierrot.  Bizarre.

PIERROT AT WAR
A Year ago in Carnival
We danced till break of day;
A year ago in Carnival
The boulevards were gay;
And roses shook the whispering air,
Like a great sibilant soft fanfare.
 
In Carnival, in Carnival,
A Prince of Magic comes,
To the sound of fifes, and the sound of horns,
And the sound of little drums.

A year ago in Carnival,
The lamps along the quays
Lay softer on the misty night
Than stars in leafy trees,
And down the ribboned sparkling street
Pierrot ran on twinkling feet.
 
Ah year! — There is no Carnival:
The north burns dusky red,
And on the white of Pierrot's brow
Is a long scar instead;
While ever the muttering runs
From the bleeding lips of the guns.
 
This year, this year at Carnival 
A Prince of Magic comes, 
With blood-red crest against the sky 
And a snarl of angry drums. 
 
Maxwell Struthers Hurt

Uuuuuuuuuuuugh.

Jun. 27th, 2017 11:59 pm
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So, I know lots of people would tell me 'what are you whining about?', but bleh. Gotta whine sometimes.

My hair is half as thick as it was when I was 20. Yes, yes, aging and all that. And really when you get to it, my half-thick is still on the thick side of average. My ponytail circumference is just a tidge under four inches.

But it's so much thinner for me. My entire life, I was the girl with the unbelievably thick hair, and now it's just ... thickish. Hard to deal with when so much of my identity and self-image has been wrapped up in my hair. It makes me sadface and I have to work to not let it get to me sometimes. (Especially today. Hormones/cycles. SUCK.)

*whine*
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I have had an absolutely rotten day, in which I think I can safely say that the best thing that happened to me was getting rated a "Yiddish flirting expert" by YIVO in an online quiz. (I mean, I don't know about that, but I can certainly read Yiddish well enough to translate those pick-up lines. I'd love to know where they came from.) I am also entertained to learn that the Massachusetts Historical Society has been tracking John Quincy Adams across the sea thanks to his daily habit of recording latitude and longitude on transatlantic voyages. Other than that, I wish it had been logistically possible for me to spend the day in bed.

[edit] After watching Vincente Minnelli's The Band Wagon (1953), I actually feel better. I love when that works. The "Girl Hunt Ballet" is even funnier if you have spent the last year and change immersed in pulp fiction and still bounced off Mickey Spillane.

Scanlations: Fulldrum ch. 4

Jun. 27th, 2017 08:34 pm
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Title: Fulldrum
Author: Hakoishi Toru
Publisher: Young Jump
Category: Seinen
Genre: Humor, Sports
Status in Japan: 1 volume, ongoing
Scanlator: Megchan's Scanlations + Anima Regia
Scanlation Status: Ongoing
More Info: Baka Updates

Summary: Hino is obsessed with playing sports in high school, but not because he loves sports (he doesn't), or is any good at them (he's really not). He's doing it because that's the way to get a girlfriend (or so he thinks). After getting kicked out of half his school's sports clubs, he's still convinced he just hasn't found the sport he's truly destined for. When he (literally) runs into Noborito Ayako, manager of the rubgy club, it's love at first sight (for him), but all she's looking for is another warm body for the struggling rugby club. Could this be the chance he's been waiting for?

Chapter Summary: Hino is now convinced he's a rugby prodigy, but not everyone agrees.



Chapter 4: Hino's True Ability

The Hood #4

Jun. 27th, 2017 09:00 pm
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Last issue, The Hood escaped with 1.5 million of stolen blood diamonds, but not until he accidentally shot a cop and his cousin John was arrested.Read more... )

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Jun. 27th, 2017 10:17 pm
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My achilles tendon stiffened up on Monday, to the point where merely walking from work to the station, from one station platform to the next, and walking home from the bus stop was awful.

So I worked a half-day from home yesterday and saw a physio, and I'm working from home again today because it's still twinging a little.

Down side: all the testing and over-the-shoulder help I could use right now is not available. And there's quite a lot of it.

Up side: I can pick up my Sydney Transport card which I dropped on a bus the other week and which someone kindly picked up and turned in.

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